For Nothin Lyrics – Fivio Foreign

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can’t even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Yeah, look!

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
I don’t want a shooter for nothing, huh, yeah
All my shooters is hunting, yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from a move of a button
He was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stunting?
Look, if it's a witness
I don’t shoot him, I snuff him
F**k you thinkin’, a n!gga stupid or something?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that n!gga get tored up
He a rapper? Wе shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets beforе he even saw us
Look, them n!ggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin’ my b!tches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff

[Verse: Fivio Foreign]
They say I'm big already
I feel like I'm getting bigger
That b!tch was lyin’, I didn't hit her
If the opps start dying, I get the hit up
I still go hit a n!gga
Don't mistake me for a different n!gga
If I tell 'em to work, they'll clip a n!gga
If I take me perc, I forget the n!gga
If I'm taking the work, then I'll flip a n!gga
If he acting annoying, I ain't the n!gga
If I go cut him off, I won't miss the n!gga
And you better not never be with the n!gga
This what I'm made for, huh
Saving the day with no cape on
Seeing this b!tch with a lace on, huh
I see a opp get banged on, huh
I'm only showing my face every in and out
I don't stay long
Huh, look, all of the verses the heard was fire
I came in the game, get my Drac' on (Huh)
They hear my sh!t and put that face on
(They hear my sh!t and put that face on)
Yeah, look!

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
I don't want a shooter for nothing, huh, yeah
All my shooters is hunting, yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from a move of a button
He was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stunting?
Look, if it's a witness
I don't shoot him, I snuff him
F**k you thinking, a n!gga stupid or something?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that n!gga get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them n!ggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on telling my b!tches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff

[Outro: Fivio Foreign]
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you